You paddle past the lighthouse and fort, and into the heavy marine traffic that is constant in the Port. Staying clear of the sailing ships and even larger vessels, you bring your canoe finally to a dock in the warehouse district. The dock-master charges you 1 gp per day that it docked there, or you can sell it for 50 gp.

After over a month in the jungle, the business of Port Nyanzaru is overwhelming. People hurrying about, speaking a variety of languages. Dinosaurs pulling carts, vendors hawking their wares, children running around, heedless of danger.

As you walk through the business, you begin to notice that you're receiving many stares. More than you did last time you were here. And that was when you were walking around with a porcelain-faced war-forged.